Some things I've realized...

I go through the moments where I'm bitter, and angry, and jealous that asshat has someone to spend his time with. But at the end of the day, I realize I am the one who is lucky! I am the one who has a wonderful, supportive family and wonderful, true, real, amazing friends who would do anything for me. And he doesn't have that. So in the end, I win. Because my true friendships will outlast any relationship he ever has.

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100 random things

Apparently, this is my 100th blog entry post-divorce. I wonder what I'd be up to if I still had up my archives??? Anyway, I will attempt to tell you 100 random things. Some you might already know, some you may not. Let's see how I do: I have a Barbie poster hanging in my current bedroom. I currently have 3 cats, a dog of my own and a foster dog My toenails are painted purple My fingernails are painted black My hair is the longest it has been in 20 plus years I'm happier overweight than I was when I was thin I spent half my life in a relationship with my ex-husband I have several nicknames including: Fred, Freddie, Froffie and the newest Froffles I have 5 tattoos Most of the shirts in my wardrobe are black or gray I stocked up on Puffs tissues with Vicks because you can only find them in the winter I have an older sister My parents are both retired I was a majorette in high school I also played clarinet I can no longer read music I wish I could...

Take Me As I Am

Ask my momma about the day I was born and you'll hear a story of my dad sleeping, my mom sneaking to scrub baseboards, her hemorrhaging and both of us nearly dying. Moral of the story, I came into this world to the beat of my own drum. No, no birth is "typical" but this event set the stage for my life. I was never the kid who wanted to be like all the other kids. I was always unique. I was never afraid of what people might think. I did my own thing. I still liked New Kids on the Block when I was 18, did I care? No. Did I care that I maybe didn't dress like everyone else? No. Did I care that my hair wasn't perfect? No. Little things that added up to make me who I was. While I've changed a lot over 37 years, one aspect that has changed very little is the fact that I still, march to the beat of my own drum. And it's often said, that is one thing people admire about me. That I've never been afraid to ...

Mirror, mirror

Not a day goes by that I don't think about my ex-husband and what transpired between us 2 years ago. Every day when I look at myself in the mirror, I am reminded of what happened that day. A day that opened my eyes and showed me what I needed to do. Oddly enough, even though I think about it every single day, this year, the date passed and I didn't even realize it until today. I'd like to think it's because I have put all that behind me. At least, I hope that's what it is. I've come a long way since that day. I'm a different person now than I was, but one thing has become abundantly clear to me, I am not so sure I like the person I have started to become. There have been many things over the past couple of years I am not proud of. I've done some pretty stupid things while trying to soul search and find myself. Yeah, we all make mistakes. My problem? I keep making them. The biggest thing I dislike about myself is my apparent inabili...

Step Away From The Barbies

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